When the karmic resurface Run!!
Its like I gotah stay strapped with my spiritual gun
I'm not dating no bum
My worth just went up
I know I lost weight and I gotah big butt
IDC how many folks in my business tryna be a cult
Now I'm finna make that shit hit a halt because y'all all caught
Nobody did shit for me or bought me shit
Tryna control me and my thoughts
You gon find out you anit controlling no destiny
Make yo ass have a epiphany 🫨
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Author:
GoddessEYES (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
A most interesting poem of self view. Well done
Make yo ass have a epiphany should be written in law.
Can't go wrong with a spiritual gun that fires god bolts.
It's like you've covered all angles.
😂 lol 🤣
Wow, GoddessEYES, this is bold and unapologetic. There’s a real declaration of self-worth running through this…you’re not asking for permission, you’re just stating the truth. Great job on this! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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